A Coupe
using the aphrodisiac of the rain
as an excuse to get you in bed
I try to get my fill
before I have to go
unsure of our next meeting
or your feelings for me
I drive into the storm
leaving the west as
the clouds gave way
to a yellow sky
making it seem as though
I’m lost in a low-budget
70’s documentary
a great rainbow
stretches across the city
as I speed beneath it
lightning cracking through it
how can a storm be raging
inside such vibrant colors?
how come I’m driving
into a hail storm
instead of spending the day
locked in your bedroom?
Jersey is flooding
and I’m charging through
upon the favor of someone else
because I’m easily guilted
going entirely off feeling
the energy that surrounds
your carefully selected words
I offer only disappointment
to all my loved ones
because I can’t envision
a future with me in it
I’m too caught in the newness
of the present moment
to give time to planning
a successful second step
the universal acceptance
of all energy into one being
I return to a blackened sky
and water in the potholes
with my head swimming in question
what does it take to be alive
a feeling, beating heart
or a thinking, living mind?